Volume 1, Chapter 120: The Sacred Relic of Huaxia

"What time do you think it is to be acting so sentimental?"

Montage rolled his eyes and placed the two of them side by side. As they were knocked unconscious, the surrounding tentacles gradually dissipated, leaving only Montage standing in place. Seeing nothing left to do, Montage entered his consciousness space directly. Upon arrival, he saw Dangkang pacing back and forth in front of Yue Shan and the others.

Murong Chihua shifted his focus to Bu Junyun, the second strongest member of the Iron Blood Group.

On the third day of filming, Gan Jing made a brief appearance as a passerby. He spent the entire time engaging seriously with the Gao Sheng side, only nodding and smiling at the crew as he left. However, Murong Chihua remained expressionless, showing neither appreciation nor disdain for the elite student's actions.

"Roar!" With a thunderous bellow, Leiyan’s massive form towered over the fire-swamp. His ten long, slender fingernails reflected a blood-red hue in the sunset.

Watching the accelerated and flawless dissolution of the food, everyone realized that the person before them was Gui Xuanwu, Master of the Black Tortoise Hall.

This mutant cat was not as cautious as the one from the day before; it attacked relentlessly. This played right into Yan Yun’s hands, though he could only struggle to defend himself with his blade, occasionally getting scratched by the cat. Just as Yan Yun was barely holding on, Fatty crept over, clutching a steel bar.

The meeting was scheduled for seven in the evening. Hu Ge arrived early, while Gan Jing was still overseeing the banquet preparations.

The puppet troops naturally would not charge; instead, they made as much noise as possible. They were, after all, a reconnaissance and guard unit; as long as they could pinpoint the enemy's location, that was enough.

"Hey!" Wu Gang nudged Gan Jing’s arm hard, frowning. "Can’t you keep your mouth shut?" Huang Xiaoming was a talent heavily backed by Huayi and held a much higher status than the two of them. Being overheard badmouthing his acting skills in private was certainly not a good thing.

However, thousands upon thousands of demon remains rained down like winter hail, nearly filling the opened cavern.

"That is not what I am asking. I am asking if we had already met before you encountered Cheng Feng?" Jielan asked decisively.

In the blink of an eye, the man swayed right in front of Murong, his sleazy demeanor filling her with disgust.

"Understood!" Zhang Ji let out a sharp whistle that echoed through the clouds. He rode up from behind, his horse carrying a large burlap sack.

"They have all been drugged. How could this happen?" Rumo looked up and asked the Nine Excellence Secret Guards.

Yet today, at the pinnacle of Creation Mountain, he had witnessed the existence of an inner world. The shock of such a sight to his heart was beyond measure.

Even though Xing’er longed to see the magnificent body hidden beneath those thin garments, she dared not pry. If her master found out, she would surely be torn to pieces. She knew that this body would one day belong to Huagu; it was not something a mere maid could look upon at will.

Du Yuancheng hissed in pain, his eyes suddenly widening in shock as if waking from a dream. Wuming—it must be him. Just moments ago, during the battle with Feitian, the pitch-black blade he wielded and the dark power unleashed by the nine beasts hungry to devour the world had led to all of this.

Serves you right for wearing a top hat while barefoot—ignoring the consequences, Li Er cursed inwardly. The second telegram was from Gousheng: The situation is basically confirmed. Regarding what you mentioned in your letter, he agrees to being demoted after joining the Nationalist Army and is willing to disperse the traitors and lazy soldiers from his unit. He only asks for a formal title and assurance that there will be no retribution.